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nav feat. metro boomin & gucci mane - need some lyrics
this that 1017 and xo
if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you
you got a show, you selling tickets to your best friends
my show be sellin’ out, in 20 seconds
i f-cked your b-tch first, gave my broski seconds
my shooter itchin’, wanna shoot over a mention
pop a pill go to a whole other dimension
takin’ perkies, i’m avoidin’ my depression
pay the lawyer, make my boy avoid his sentence
he back on road, cashing out and livin’ senseless
got my potin’, got my 4. (got my 4.) yeah
water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip) yeah
frontin’ work you can’t afford (can’t afford) yeah
my clip long, don’t come up short (come up short) yeah
call you down and you ignore, yeah
like gucci mane, kick the door, yeah
buy designer when i’m bored, yeah
take your main b-tch on my tour, yeah
i think i need some help to count all this money, yeah
i think i need some help to spend all these hunnids, yeah
i’m just a brown boy that something from nothing yeah (me too)
now i’m ballin’ and you can’t tell me nothin’, yeah
huh huh, this that 1017 and xo
i call nav, he in the penthouse, smokin’ next door
so much money, i ain’t worry about the next show
but i paid a quarter mill’ to see my neck glow
i use to sell c-ke, blow off my metro
they was way above before i met metro
i think lil’ mama got me f-cked up with the s-x bro
i like her but i think i’m in love with the neck bro
now its on to the next hoe
guwop a dog, i need a collar and a mink coat
a brainiac, she went to college with the smart folks
but i was trappin’ in the 6 sellin’ hard dope
get a check, run it up
get a check, run it up
get a check, run it up
get a check, run it up
touch me, get touched
drinkin’ act, no tuss
ever since i got some money
you been actin’ up
got my potin’, got my 4. (got my 4.) yeah
water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip) yeah
frontin’ work you can’t afford (can’t afford) yeah
my clip long, don’t come up short (come up short) yeah
call you down and you ignore, yeah
like gucci mane, kick the door, yeah
buy designer when i’m bored, yeah
take your main b-tch on my tour, yeah
i think i need some help to count all this money, yeah
i think i need some help to spend all these hunnids, yeah
i’m just a brown boy that something from nothing yeah (me too)
now i’m ballin’ and you can’t tell me nothin’, yeah
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